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We don't flip the bird, we don't and scream
When the cars don't move the light turns green
We don't lock our doors when we leave the
There ain't nobody that we'd keep out
the way we do it in our town, yeah

You hear me apologize
For growin' up strong, growin' up
Livin' life by the Golden
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green for miles an' miles
Ain't nothin' but on the radio dial
I thank the good I was born an' bred
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Ain't no burnin' flags on our House Square
You see Old Glory everywhere
There ain't no Valley joint with five-star
Daddy's home grown what's for dinner here
An' we wash it down with a tall, cold beer,

You hear me apologize
For up strong, growin' up right
life by the Golden Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green fields for an' miles
nothin' but country on the radio dial
I the good Lord I was born an' bred
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crows, six a.m.
John Deere pulling plow again
Spit on your face, hands in the
nothin' better on God's great earth

You never hear me
For up strong, growin' up right
Livin' life by the Rule
Say, "Yes, Ma'am, you"

Green fields for miles an'
Ain't but country on the radio dial
I thank the good I was born an' bred
Well, I the good Lord I was born an' bred
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